Originally Posted by Rob

This could have all been avoided with a quick conversation.

Trayvon: Hey man, why are you following me?

Zimmerman: I'm neighborhood watch, what are you doing?

Trayvon: Ah, that's cool man. I'm just heading to my pops house from the store.

Zimmerman: OK, I was just making sure you weren't up to no good.

Trayvon: Word that. Have a great night and be safe!

Zimmerman: You too, do you need a lift?

Trayvon: Naw, it's cool. His house be right up there.

Zimmerman: Have a good night, champ. Enjoy those yummy Skittles.

Trayvon: Bet that up. Peace out, cracka.


And Zimmerman does the friendly three quick honks of his horn to say goodbye. Happy ending, no one is dead. Trayvon makes his sizuurup and Zimmerman still gets fat.